Tower of Karma

"Hilda von Gardner. Previous"

"Yes!"

At last the order has turned to the young. It is time for Carl to come along. William glances at Carl next door. I wasn't paying attention to Carl because I was so full of myself. []/(n, vs) confirmation/confirmation/

…………

There was a curl solidified in the bee. William, who sees it and laughs the other way around.

"... calm down. It would be difficult to say."

Carl gazed at William as he trembled.

"Duh, duh, what do I do? If there's anything crude in front of my Highness, the whole family will."

Damage is done to the Taylor family. Naturally. That's where Carl and the others stand right now. Tension that you don't know what words will hurt the mood of the other person, that you will face the monster who carried the country. It would be more impossible to tell him not to be nervous.

If anything important to William could eat the convolutions, he wouldn't be able to stay calm like this. Families and other distant past, the lightness of being alone but of the late. It may also be said that it is open to one great deal of pressure in a certain sense.

Therefore, I thought I could lend him a little, just a little, shoulder.

"Right...... if it fails"

Karl's nervousness increases with the word failure.

I was looking at Carl with a slightly worried look on Hilda's face, who received a special reward. If Carl fails, it will naturally harm Rutgard as well. I guess I'm worried in that sense. Or your feelings as someone you know.

"If you fail... let's ram him together"

"Buhio!?

Curls erupting in a weird way. Fortunately, the two of them are away, so no one would have asked. Of course, it is woven to such an extent.

"Negotiate the prince with the king for the hostage. And we're going to take refuge in Ostberg and Garias. It could be interesting in Arkland, which is a long journey away. What do you say, get excited?

I'm saying a mess. Even Carl can tell that's the dream.

Not if you're joking right now.

Young people called one after the other. It's not strange when Carl has already been called.

"I'm not kidding. If you fail, that's all I'll do. I also think about the painting. Lady Laurent, Lady Einhardt, Lady Rutgard, I'll protect you. Since the beginning, I've been your sword since then. I don't serve Arcadia, I serve Carl von Taylor."

As for the inside of William, he's lying 800 times. William felt uncomfortable just a little bit about himself, which could be described as exposing to the split. Because it seemed like it was telling the truth.

"Am I disgusted?

William gazes at Carl. My eyes say things as much as my mouth. That's why...

"I'm not dissatisfied. Sufficiency!"

Carl's tremors subsided. Slight softness returns to the body solidified in the kachikochi.

"Carl von Taylor, Previous"

Finally Carl's turn. It wasn't weird to faint at this point in Carl earlier. But now...

"Yes!"

Keep your chest up and move forward.

"Don't worry. I'm on it."

"Yeah!"

Carl moved on. Keeping an eye on Carl's back is his sword. A sword of loyalty that builds its own absolute trust. Carl doesn't even suspect the absolute as dew. Therefore, we can move forward confidently.

"Well, that's the Taylor family."

He stood tall and changed his surrounding eyes only slightly.

"Carl, you."

Hilda, who knows Carl from a young age, also shows surprise at the change.

(It has William. That's what made it clear to me. Then I just believe it)

Without hesitation, the gaze goes to heaven. View Airhardt von Arcadia.

(For me, William is... better than His Highness)

The wind blew. Just for a moment, it's just a breeze, but it did happen.

"... Carl?

Even William, no, the growth of Carl von Taylor that was not visible because he was William. William is not the only one who stepped on the number of places.

Carl knelt down and slammed his head. The work is just noble, sophisticated.

"Karl Ten, rumors have reached me. It was a brilliant result. In Arcadia's history, there will be no better team of ten than you. [M] Hence..."

Airhardt pulled out the sword that had been inserted into his own hips.

The place becomes noisy. Cold sweat tells his back if Carl made any mistakes again, too. A moment of tension also for William to see it. If it is, it has to move.

"Assign Carl von Taylor from ten captains to a hundred captains. Also give Carl von Taylor the title of Knight!

The place wandered. Some express surprises aloud. Carl, like no other, was surprised again. I am desperate to keep it out of my mouth, but the sweat on my back only increases. Even for William, this situation is outside of thought. Ten captains receive knighthood and other unprecedented things. Besides, Carl is out of a junior house that doesn't even have a cone among the nobles. We all thought it was impossible. Except the one who gave it.

"Do you swear to be the sword of our nation?

The sword is gently placed on Carl's shoulder. Impossible things were happening. Still, Carl desperately pretends to be calm, cuts dry and opens Karakara's mouth.

"Hang it on your sword, I swear"

Upon hearing the answer, Airhardt smiled. Step back with the sword.

"Carl von Taylor, you may step back"

"Ha!"

It was a short time, but for Carl it was forever close. I was ready to move forward, but I had no idea that things were waiting to go beyond that.

"Ya suck, William. Yes, my breath."

"Well done. I'm surprised, too. I didn't know you were a knight. It makes sense to have royalty."

William thinks as he hugs Carl, whose thread of tension is broken.

Why there was royalty. It is easy. Only royalty is given the title, not just the knighthood. And it came to pass that the royal family came all the way to give Karl the knighthood.

"Finally...... William Lewius, Previous"

"Huh?"

A place where Carl boils down to being left to the knight. That quiets down simultaneously.

Ridiculous Carl. William is also outside thinking about what he is called to be. A hundred captains would not have to know, and there is no way I would bother to do the appointment of ten captains on this occasion. Then what exactly is the reason?

"William Lewius"

"Ha!"

Anyway, we just have to move on. Get rid of the hugged curls and move on. "That's an inhuman, isn't it?" "Not even ten captains yet." "What's the white mask doing here?" "Didn't you buy it even when you were upset?" That's where the talk reaches William's ear.

Reached in front of the stairs. William turns his gaze to heaven. The golden monster is right in front of you.

(Sounds delicious)

Who overflows in their mouth? Jiuru. I took it off with my tongue in case it was about to fall off. William almost laughs. I came here, and in a situation where I didn't know what was going to happen, I envied them, and I wanted to take them away. I want that light. That way this thirst and hunger will surely be satisfied.

"Well, I'm sorry to call you out of the blue. I don't know... are you an ugly man?

Airhardt has suddenly asked about unexpected things.

"I've never been told it's ugly, but I'm not sure it's a good thing to expose it to you"

William giggled damned under the mask. Ask about the mask. Then I think about the answer even in a few ways. If that's all you let me come up here for, I'd rather be thankful. This place stands out very well.

"You're not hiding the ugliness, are you? Then what do you wear that mask for?

As I thought.

"This is a tool that separates you as a warrior from your normal self. Sometimes on the battlefield you have to kill emotions. And by pinching one mask, you can make a calm, objective decision."

"That's the Carl Ten, the driving force behind the leap?

"Regardless, it is a feat with the power of Master Carl. It's just a slight force, such as me. On top of that, if you ask me if the mask is important to me, the answer is yes, Your Highness"

Keep your head down, William. Airhardt overlooking it.

"Hehe, you can't imitate the innocence of taking the mask away from the white mask. I just wanted to ask. Now let's get down to business."

It's not like I wanted to talk to the public. I called it on purpose. There must be something.

"I've heard a lot about your accomplishments. In Laconia, Hyan is the senior captain of the hundred. Senior 100 captain Urkeus in the tires, too. And the other day, he just picked up Shrbestel Nikleinen, the leading hundred captains of Ratorchia, a small northern country."

Baldias and other military officials peeled at this information. Hilda and the other youngsters are also amazingly eye-opening.

"The White Bear", Sürbester Nikleinen, is an ancient part of the city well that is extremely popular with the public in Latorquia. In ancient times, he also has a record of engaging with Baldias and others during his captainship of the Hundred. Although I couldn't get up there because of the exit of the city well, I have continued to fight on the front lines of Latorquia even though I was old. William and the others were picking up so many men.

(You're fast. I didn't think it would be incorporated into the assessment this time)

It's really only recently that we took over Shrvestel. So much so that even Baldias and others did not know. I was grasping that information as soon as possible, Airhardt, not just royalty. Or is there a reason...

"Of course the results so far have been great enough. But it would be great to assume that you have taken over the White Bear. Do you know why?

The fight against Shrvestel was certainly spectacular. I was quite unsure if even William in his current state would fight. Shrvestel itself is quite a drop in arms due to its old age. William watched as critical on top of that.

Collaborating with the local Hundreds to besiege Shrvestel, William stormed where Shrvestel was forced to break its siege formation. Shrubester, which should have weakened it by using measures, is still strong. The monster and William stacked their swords from there many times and finally defeated them.

If you're such a monster, it's not strange to get compliments. None, but in the end it was Captain Hundred, albeit in the lead. Besides, the whole season is over. I don't think it's enough to get something special. It's just that a soldier is dead.

"You wouldn't know. I'm surprised, too. What, Latorquia went down to the Arcadia military gate? About last night."

William with his head tucked away. I was watching that, Carl. Hilda and the other youths are not the only ones. That's what everyone in this room said. So much shock.

"There was no talent in the original country. Stop the land, I couldn't even keep myself in shape as a country. It would have been only a matter of time before it fell. But the last push was the defeat of the hero White Bear. It's a victory for the invincible Karl Ten or the local Hundreds. I thought it would be just as good to give nothing to a meritorious man who dropped one country. That's why I came."

This is also the biggest reason Carl was appointed a knight. Finally got to the point. And why Bardias and the others didn't know and Airhardt knew. One country, no longer jumping across the boundaries of the army to the realm of politics. I guess I got the information from that side.

"But you're not even ten captains yet. I'm sure that will happen without this one, and I think it's more of an understatement, but it's hard to get promoted to a flying position. Also, Carl, you're from a nobleman, but suddenly it's hard to give you an exotic man, a knight."

Airhardt pulled out his sword.

"Therefore, William Lewis is given the status of a second-class citizen on an exceptional basis. Of course, as captain of the Ten, you will continue to work for my country."

There is no precedent for third-class citizens, or exotic humans, to become second-class citizens. Even if you marry, the child born is a second-class citizen, but the identity of the person who is a third-class citizen does not change. This is a special case during the special case. Carl and I may not feel like a lot to the aristocrats, but for William we can only be stunned.

For when the title of a third-class citizen came off, he thought he had no choice but to become a nobleman. That's a very narrow road. William thought it was a long way off.

"Do you swear to be a citizen of our country?

Being recognized as a citizen doesn't change anything. There is no visible increase in rights than now, and it has just become a 'normal people' far from status and honor.

"I swear. Hang on to your life."

But there was a grin on William's face. A definite step finally in my hand. Nothing. William didn't want to be a soldier. Only the army is a step up tool. It's only a means.

"William Lewis, you may step back"

The purpose is to be served in this country. Eating up everything I mocked as being less than or equal to Musikera. The purpose for this was decided 'now'.

"Ha."

A king can give a man his place. It is the power of God. It is possible because it stands above 10,000 people. If you do, there's only one way to go.

It is the apex of man, or 'king'.

William turned himself over and saw the sight spread behind him. A flock of nobles, nobles, nobles, and chosen ones. William recognises that he is still halfway down the road. I am the lowest on this scene right now, and I come from the lowest further. That's why it makes sense.

(Knocking)

It's funny because the bottom swallows everything. True comedy is enough.

(I'll eat them all. Including the ones in the back)

Beneath the white mask, the beast of desire boiled down.

○

The transmission ceremony was over, and the hall was moving to a standing party. There were also fine grapes and freshly baked breads, fresh meats and vegetables, and fine fish dishes for Arcadia that were not facing the sea. Everyone is split into several groups to eat, drink and blossom into stories. The group is the right group for those on the spot, and as a result -

"Hippo."

"Oh."

William and Carl were free. Keeping eating silently is poor, and it's not something I know what they're going to say. Even Carl is not good enough to mix with the rest of the group, and to William is only a citizen, albeit second-degree.

(It's just that they're looking at me. alert or interested, what thoughts do you have again)

William understood that his gaze sometimes focused on himself. Karl, who was knighted, originally obtained an unprecedented second-class citizen, William. I can also see why you are considered special on this occasion. The rest would also make it possible to be the lead actor in this setting if we were to be a little more active and get the qualities. Today was not that day. That is all.

(There is no need to rush. We need to hurry.)

Raise martial arts. The Karl Ten has expanded the range of tactics it can now that it has once again become the Karl Hundred. The impact you can have on the battlefield won't compare to when you're a team of ten, and the digits of martial arts come up.

"Carl, it's white, give me a face."

"What, Hilda?

Hilda, who had been bickering with a large crowd until earlier, came to the location of Carl and William, who had been isolated. Several figures ahead Hilda points to. Carl is breathtaking. He looked like he didn't want to go, but his ears were pulled and dragged away.

I see, noblemen.

The school that Carl couldn't get in, those graduates. A noble younger brother who ran an elite course and was probably given the seat of a hundred captains from the beginning. And...

They're comparatively good.

In William's view, the guys Hilda was trying to introduce seemed to have some sorting from the jade stones that were a lump until earlier. I guess it's something that I can trust to a certain extent as Hilda. It gives a good vibe there.

"Well, I think I know because I was noticeable earlier, but this little one is Carl. This white is William."

Hilda to introduce appropriately. Hilda doesn't know about William enough to introduce him in the first place, and she won't have to explain Carl. Still, there are two of them who look interesting, one who doesn't even gaze at each other.

"I am Angelm von Kruger, captain of a hundred. If I ever see you on the battlefield, thank you."

Angelum with blue eyes on dark hair. A man who makes himself the eldest son of the prestigious Kruger family and has a knighthood. My father is a marquis, and under Arcadia law, the marquis's trace automatically holds the rank of Viscount. The Viscount is thus decorated, and what should be seen is the knighthood, which is proof of active activity on the battlefield. An even body shape and a tough face make quite a few spots disappoint.

"My name is Gregor von Thunder. Thanks to the sudden death of my father, I am now Count. Nice to meet you!"

Gregor, who has a large physique, is inferior to the Kruger family but comes from a famous family. The sudden death of my father led to the earl being attacked as soon as possible. On the battlefield, he wields huge gains using his great stature, ravaging many soldiers. I didn't name him, but he's a hundred captains.

"I don't feel the need to name these people. Excuse me."

The man who didn't name him left without face-to-face with William and the others at once. Hilda sighs. Carl takes a breath of relief.

"Forgive me, Carl. He hasn't been the same for a long time."

Gregor is the one who looks friendly and shoulders. Carl is twisted.

"His name is Gilberto von Osvalt. The house is the Duke's. Perhaps it would be best if we pulled the prince out on this occasion, as a family matter? I hate him... but he's pretty strong."

Hilda has explained to William. "Thank you," I apologize, but you'll see. The atmosphere is different. Well, I can tell you the same for the three of us here.

"How's Rutgard? Let me see you next time."

Gregor floods Hilda with enormous killing moments like that. "Joke, joke," Gregor clouded his tea, but Hilda's gaze remained tight.

(That's different. Do you want such a plain woman?)

As for William, I don't really know what it's like to be a man who speaks to Rutgard at all. You may be joking, but...

"I did it once with Hyan. I wanted to see you once and for all."

Angelm seeking to shake hands. He's also capable, and he's probably the type of citizen who comes into contact with each other indefinitely. As long as it involves the strength of the other person.

"Best wishes. Lord Angelum."

It is Angelm's definite strength that comes from shaking hands. Probably passed on to the other party as well.

"Angelm is a Viscount, but you don't like being called that. If you want me to call you Ser the Knight, call him Ser. White Mask"

Gregor also asks to shake hands again. It conveyed the power as it seemed.

"But have you picked up some Schulbestel Nikleinen? No," White Mask "isn't Dada. The warrior legend of this man is that the Arcadia of his neighbor is not only a living legend, it is also passed down to distant lands. If you're assessing after you become captain of the ten, what the knighthood and captain of the hundred got on the set without complaining...... a waste!

Gregor honors the martial arts that took over Shrvestel. But my eyes aren't laughing. Instead, I saw a slight jealousy for taking over the legend. As for that, Hilda, too, would be what all the military personnel on this occasion think.

Said he ate well where the legend was old.

"Let me ask you how you picked it up for later school"

Angelum is intrigued, though his expression is the only thing that doesn't change.

"Then cross the line. Start by working with the local hundred and laying siege -"

As William, I would never have gotten over it if I could get in touch with a hundred powerful captains. Collaboration is imperative if we are to try to make a major development on the battlefield in the future. The first step is to move the conversation forward with Carl's contemplated body.

Did Hilda get tired of playing with Carl? Play with curls that pull and play around your cheeks. It's one of the reasons Carl is worse at Hilda than he was at a very young age.

"Yabe-yabe"

"I just did. Come on. Come on!

"No!?

Once again, this is an interaction between a hundred captains.

○

"Baldias. Was it the promising ones that were solidifying over there?

Airhardt had his eye on one group of standing food parties taking place downstairs. Young hundred captains interact with each other. There are also a few groups away, and there are no groups that create that dense atmosphere. Airhardt discerns people by aura. People's good and bad appear in appearance. Atmosphere is an indicator of individuality and of itself. Excellent things are naturally acquired in every field.

"Right. But I didn't expect Carl von Taylor to eat in there."

Blonde blue-eyed boy. I know you're a young man at your age, but you look young. At first glance, I can't see Aura. Those who do not intend to reuse it if they are airhardts.

"That's that guy's hideout. It is the white mask who excels. He's pretty good, I really want it. If I had been a little younger, I would have asked His Majesty."

Drop who, Airhardt. Airhardt is a talent collector. Excellent pawns don't get in trouble no matter how much they cost. Above all, talented people shine. Airhardt likes the brilliance.

"Why should a concubine be called to a crappy seat?"

Behind Airhardt, there was an immortal beauty who waited for the samurai, washed her legs, fanned with a group fan, and relaxed gracefully.

"Don't say that, Claudia. Not a bad face."

"Not good enough. To see a concubine."

It is a pleasant place for Airhardt to have many talented people, but not enough for a woman called Claudia. There's nothing to see.

"I've never seen anyone like this before, brother."

Girl looking downstairs for fun, as opposed to Claudia. This one is also an extinct beauty. The girl is pathetic if Claudia is luscious. Beauty vectors are different. Of course, both sides were beautiful enough that if there were a hundred men, a hundred men would propose, and there was a born Hua.

"You bet, Eleonora. Look, Claudia, come here and have a look."

Claudia, who seems like a bother to me. Eleonora, who first came out of the royal palace, looks fresh and intriguing with everything she sees and listens to.

The two are two princesses with Arcadia in their surname. The first princess is Claudia, the second princess is Eleonora. It is the king's blood muscle and is not of the same character as many others.

"Oh, my God, that's a face I've seen."

"He is the Osvalt family, Your Highness."

I've seen faces that have caught Claudia's interest. In other words, it was Gilberto, the most noble of all, except for the royalty on this occasion, in the family line of the Duke.

"I have quite an arm, and martial arts. I was wondering if any of them are people who stand on their backs."

"Hmm, but would he be the second boy? If you become a concubine, you don't deserve a concubine."

None of the Duke's promising stocks were suitable for Claudia's glasses. The others are not in my eyes. Too much character.

"Is he the one who defeated that white bear?

Eleonora asks Baldias. Bardias snorts. Eleonora's face is gorgeous. The battle between Baldias and Shrvestel as a young man has become a legend for both countries. Numerous martial arts traditions were born there, crossing blades on snowy plains in the north, sometimes winning, sometimes defeating. There's no way the man who ended the legend, the girl who liked the story, wouldn't be intrigued.

"But I hear you were pretty old?

Airhardt is just calm. Strength takes precedence over name value for him. It was a legend at the time, but now it's just an old soldier. There is still a huge difference from the first-tier Baldias.

"Let the old man be tough. I'm the only one who can put him down in this place, that's all. I would have slammed him from the front, but that kid probably did something about it... and he hated it so much that he got angry."

Bardias teething. General, Baldias only sees some strength. It was much stronger than before, but I still don't have the strength to get Shrvestel from the front. Even if I did, it wouldn't be an easy difference to fill.

"Right. They say the local Hundreds are almost destroyed. That's why I couldn't call you here."

Destroyed Hundreds. Probably used for William's measures up to the bone marrow. The recovered Sürbester body had many bruises with arrow wounds and stone throwing, and there was no food at the base rather thin whether the supply line had been successfully turned down in the first place. It's not a battle in plenty.

"Well, Latorquia's bad. Because he had placed the legend in such a tiny stronghold. It's like I'm asking you to kill me... but we've never been able to stop it."

Regardless of the humanity of the measures, the lack of respect for the legend, it is true that we have put a stop to it. Nothing ancient was keeping Arcadia from invading in a relaxed manner. Now Antai is in the north. A small country that is difficult to deal with can no longer exist.

"Let's be good, shall we? I don't care. Excellent."

As a samurai, William looks distorted. That's what I couldn't really like about Baldias.

"I'm not bored with a man just standing on his arm. You have to be smart."

The part of Baldias that he doesn't like will also be an appreciable part for Airhardt. In the end, Airhardt likes William. An ambitious man who aspires to heaven for that minute disproportionately.

"Well, I'm tired of eating it. Let's call it postprandial exercise."

Airhardt stands up. The party has just begun.